Our Hometown

Chapter 37—He is the Protagonist

The disciples of Tianyumen who failed to be killed by iron pimples were all buried in the hands of Liu Yuan. His murder was like a walk in the court, and the gas was pervasive.

Under the ghost-like body method, those Tianyumen disciples who were also known for their heroes in the body, could not even capture the figure of Liu Yuan, and hung up.

Although Yun Lang is the best dish, he made the decision here.

After cooking these Tianyumen disciples who suddenly came to find trouble, Yun Lang immediately ordered and killed Damingfu.

Has been discovered. It is obviously not realistic to want to sneak away.

Then take advantage of this opportunity to directly kill a blood road and rush out of the city.

Without any hesitation, the crowd quickly rushed out of the noisy crowd and killed the city gate.

Unexpectedly, on the way from the inn to the city gate, Tianyu Gate never sent a disciple to chase down.

It seems that they look down on Yun Lang and others, and feel that a little manpower is enough to cook Yun Lang and others.

Above the towering city gate, a few red lanterns shone faintly, shining on the square.

The banner of the word Tianyu swayed in the wind, stirring the light **** smell in the air, and a refreshing fragrance.

The man with the long sword stood tall, with a few strands of white hair fluttering in the wind. His clothes were hunting, and behind him were the mountains that slept like monsters in the night. In front of me was the dimly lit house with lights, and the streets in a panic.

"The old wind monster, come out and die!"

Sip of strong liquor, the man shouted loudly.

The strong alcohol, accompanied by the breeze, riding the roar like a dragon out to sea, lingering around the famous palace in the dark night.

At this time, Yun Lang was running towards the city gate with a mixed team of men and women of different heights.

Xiaoqi suddenly jumped up like a stimulant. The two cute braids, as if she felt her happy mood, flew from head to head and back and forth.

"Brother Yun, it's Brother Changfeng! It's Brother Changfeng!" Dragging Yun Lang's sleeves, Xiaoqi was happy like a child.

Looks like ... she is still a child!

Huo goes sick. This guy is really not a person ...

Yun Lang stopped, looking up at the fluttering figure standing above the tower. The night was too strong, Yunlang could not see the real, but he knew that it was Li Changfeng undoubtedly, he smelled that familiar breath.

That belongs exclusively to Li Changfeng's dumbfounded goods.

Can't help it, Yun Lang was relieved, anyway, this time I don't have to go to die!

"Send these girls out of town! It looks like we are going to fight here." Yun Lang asked Bai Ming.

Li Changfeng came with such a crazy attitude, it seemed that he wanted to open a battle with Tianyumen.

The martial arts leader is fighting Tianyumen. This is going to be an eye-catching news for future generations.

Bai Ming nodded his head and said nothing, leaving the city with girls who were too clever to be too clever.

Yun Lang doesn't expect Bai Ming now. Since he wants to continue to dress up, let him dress up, Yun Lang decides to perform with him.

Xiaoqi has turned over the city wall. In the night, she looks like a rabbit.

Huo Qubing also followed up. Although Huo Qubing's rapid improvement in strength, although he still can't fly, jumping by five or six feet is already a trick to come by.

In a blink of an eye, standing on the spot, only Yun Lang was left alone!

Looking at the streets where the crowds are rapidly fading, Yun Lang is suddenly a little lonely. This is the advantage of no martial arts. He seems to have been abandoned by the whole world.

When Xiao Shi's breath permeated, the whole street was instantly clean like a dead city, only the night wind blowing on a few leaves, and the solitary whirling around the street.

Every door and window was closed, and occasionally a few weak children's cries sounded, but it quickly became quiet. It was estimated that the parents had covered their noses and mouths, or they were milked.

Of course, except Yunlang, a unique living person.

He looked up and looked at the string moon covered his cheek by the black cloud. Hearing, the crows on the dead branches of the old tree in the middle of the night.

Yun Lang suddenly felt a bit boring.

This world looks the same, how can he become a waste?

The pursuit of life has turned into a bleak glimmer of floating light in a trance, how everything in front of it looks like a false mirage.

Wakes up Yunlang, breaking the city's depression and tranquility, is a string of rapid footsteps, and Dada's horseshoe sound.

They suddenly flowed out from all corners of the city, and then hit the main road of the city through the north and south.

Mobei black horse wearing a silver mask, the pair of eyes that should be pitiful, the cold murderousness flashed.

'S eyes are almost the same as the master on its back.

The owner on his back is also like him, wearing a silver mask, like a ghost, covered in black robe.

The eyes that were exposed alone were full of murderous murder.

This is a murderer, that is a cannibal horse!

Yun Lang was like a fool, standing just ten steps away from the man and the horse. He didn't want to watch the battle at such a close distance, only to blame the strange appearance of the man and the horse.

Murderousness is like actually wrapping Yun Lang, tearing and rubbing, as if it will swallow Yun Lang.

"I didn't have time to run ... It shouldn't be too late to go now?" Yun Lang was a person who had seen the big scene and manipulated the big scene himself, but in the face of this scene, he was still a little timid.

The feeling that death is pressing on the forehead, no one can be calm when he sees it.

Responded to Yun Lang's temptation of life and death with increasingly clear footsteps.

In the night, the white clothes that were particularly dazzling appeared on the street, on the roof, and in all the places that could appear by the gate.

Mobei Black Horse is like the noble aristocrats in Europe in the seventeenth century, gently raised its right hoof, and at the same time landed, it turned around very elegantly.

Is left for Yunlang, is a ponytail that is as smooth as a waterfall, and there is an iron armor-buttocks.

Still hesitating whether to run away or run away, Yunlang chose to continue standing ...

This spooky knight, majestic to the back that blends into the night, suddenly gave Yunlang an incredible sense of security.

The wind monster appeared very arrogant, the quietness of the night in the whole city and the slaughter of the slaughter. In his laughter like a gong, it suddenly became more exaggerated.

"The old wind monster meets the martial leader of the martial arts! You are still dead, the old man is very pleased." On the high eaves, the old wind monster looks like a ghost, standing on the ground without touching the foot, facing the tower behind the cloud. , Farewell.

A drop of wine fell along the angular jaw and rolled down the street paved with bluestones, making a sound of ding dong.

The long sword turned into the elite of the moon in the spirit of wine, and the elegant and flexible rotation was beside Li Changfeng, soft and melodious.

"I'm dead, aren't these rivers and lakes messed up! It's actually you waiting for the dog slaughter, this world is probably worse than purgatory." Li Changfeng's voice is lazy at night, mixed with alcohol ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The wind blew across the street.

The black Mobei black horse, with its ears upright, suddenly shook its right hoof.

Sparks burst, bluestone splashed across, a black dragon-shaped moon knife suddenly appeared in the hands of the silver-faced man.

Did not hear the sound of horseshoes, but saw the black horse raise its front hooves, and quickly ran to the roof like a bird.

Is like a wind, like a charm, the black moon knife merges with the night, there is no trace, but there is only a **** mans, crossing across the sky.

One ... two ... three ...

Black Mobei black horse, like a dexterous rabbit, did not step on the debris tiles, and ran like a ghost on the roof.

A long roar mixed with strong alcohol, suddenly cut through the tranquility of the night, Li Changfeng fluttered like an eagle and stepped down the tower.

Footsteps in the void, a few ups and downs, Li Changfeng's figure has fallen into the disciples of Tianyumen.

The long sword that is as light as the moon is practiced, and it is randomly crossed, and a little blood is poured like rain.

Yun Lang's eyes are straight, this is not a battle of human beings.

Under the cool night, the streets covered by bluestones are slightly cool, but Yunlang has never changed places.

This is the best place to watch the battle, stand by the heroes and show their heroism, and think about extraordinary people.

Huo went sick afterwards, carrying Xiaoqi's collar, and stood beside Yun Lang, "Do I have to fight?"

"This is the battlefield of the two of them, let's watch it." Yun Lang said.

Huo went to nod his head, he thought Yun Lang's words made sense.

Take a closer look, this battle does not seem to have the chance to show his skill.